Life is nothing but a whole in the ground
Its you and the shovel
you keep digging hoping to find a way out
every now and a again a rope drops down
and you try to get it
but no matter what that rope is always just out of reach
so you keep digging hoping that the rope will come back
and maybe this time you can reach it
until one day,
some one yells down that hole
"hey dumb ass there’s a ladder over here"
through every day that you where there
you always just looked down at the shovel
and always looked up at the rope
you never bothered to look around for other options
P.S you know who you are, and i thank you, if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have made it this far, and to be honest you’ve done more then you will ever believe.